Iron Chic | Time Keeps On Slipping Into the (Cosmic) Future
If I can ask one thing when I am dead,
Would you lay me down by the riverbed,
and just, let me wash away?
Let it take me back from where I came.
Cause all I am and all I was is just,
Blood and dirt and bones and mud
And I’m better off that way,
I’m better off that way.